Chapter 343: Wind of Healing

Before he became the Pope, Osman had been to the city of Xinsalo and had friendly exchanges with the Church of the Lord of Storms. He knew something about the situation there.

It is the second largest city in the Kingdom of Hinterland and also a key defensive city of the Church of the Lord of Storms.

A fifth-level attack is not enough to break the city’s defenses. There must be other information that has not been disclosed or discovered.

He carefully reviewed the document again and found some suspicious points.

The city was breached without even activating its strongest defense array, and the dead all had distorted bodies and strange faces. Cardinal Eli Yas died on the city wall, and when he was found, his body was severely decayed and had a fishy smell. He and Eli had met once, and the other party was a powerful priest. If the Lord of Storms had not had a more talented priest, Eli might have taken over the Scepter of Storms and become the Pope.

The cardinal had the authority to open the protective array and the sanctuary. Why didn't Eli return to the church to open the sanctuary when the city's defense was hopeless? This was a big question. Either he was defeated quickly by a sudden force majeure attack, or he was given some psychological hints by the enemy and missed the chance to go back, or perhaps both.

But the entire city's population of hundreds of thousands all died in a similar way, which was definitely not a power that could be achieved at the fifth level.

If his guess was correct, this effect could only be achieved if the evil god's most powerful minions were revived.

With the current spiritual concentration in the world, it should not meet the conditions for the resurrection of the sixth-order creatures. Could it be caused by the influence of the Red Moon Night? Osman fell into deep thought. The various churches did not know much about the evil god itself, because the most direct contact between the two sides was not long, only a few decades.

The information that everyone knows more about is about the evil god's followers. After all, every time there is a small fluctuation of spiritual tide, the evil god's followers will be revived.

Thanks to the knowledge given by the yellow-clothed monster, he has a more comprehensive understanding of these evil gods.

His original guess was correct. The yellow-clothed monster was the incarnation of a certain evil god, Hastur. For some reason, the evil god was sealed in a desolate world in the star realm. He could only send out his incarnation to wander around this star field every few hundred years when the seal was weak.

The clone's thinking is very rigid, and it can only grant knowledge to people according to a specific procedure. The purpose is to use this knowledge as bait to lure those who obtain the knowledge to the astral realm to lift the seal after they become strong.

Unfortunately, the evil god's confused mind made a mistake. The knowledge it bestowed, which it considered insignificant, was far beyond the endurance of ordinary creatures.

If he hadn't acquired a certain secret technique that could deal with this kind of mental shock, he would be on the verge of cognitive collapse at this moment.

Yesterday, Osman just analyzed a secret. From the knowledge bestowed by the evil god, he learned that the scarlet moon that appeared on the full moon night was not the original moon.

It is the reflection of an evil god from an unknown realm shining into this world, and the original moon of the world has all its light blocked by him.

This evil god will come with the spiritual tide, and its spiritual light can accelerate the awakening of those sleeping evil gods.

So, Osman learned a depressing truth that the gods' recovery speed was slower than that of the evil gods.

It is very likely that when the gods fully revive, they will find that the world is already in ruins.

Although gods do not depend on human belief for their existence, without the faith of all living beings, gods will lose a channel for rapid replenishment.

If a holy war breaks out again, can the gods still hope to win by relying solely on the heroes in the kingdom of God? He doesn't know if mankind still has a future.

But now is not the time to think about these things. He knows that if he does not become stronger quickly, when the evil god revives prematurely, most of the human race will perish.

Sometimes, knowing more can be painful, and Osman is facing this dilemma now.

He pressed his temple hard. The fall of Jinsalor meant that the coastal defense line of the Kingdom of Sintland was completely torn apart. The followers of the evil god Cthulhu would lead those deformed fishmen to invade the land in large numbers and spread terror.

If those followers hold enough sacrificial ceremonies, Cthulhu's revival will be further accelerated.

The Pope came back to his senses and saw Moon was still there, so he asked, "Do you have anything else to do?"

Moon bowed his head and said, "A cardinal from the Church of the Lord of Storms has come as a messenger. He said he brought greetings from His Majesty Andrew Williams and wanted to meet with you.

Now, he is still waiting in the church's reception room."

Andre is the current Pope of the Church of the Lord of Storms. Osman understood the purpose of the messenger's visit, which was nothing more than a request for reinforcements.

He sighed and said, "Just turn him down for now and say I have more pressing matters to attend to. I need to think carefully about what to do."

Of course he understood the principle of "the lips and teeth are interdependent", but he has now reached a critical moment and is only one step away from repairing the damage to the source of his life. He has no time to deal with other things for the time being.

"Yes, sir," Moon bowed and walked away.

Suddenly, Osman felt his eyes itchy. He immediately covered his eyes with his hands and said, "You should leave too. Let's put aside the nobles' troubles for now. The church is not their thug."

Theo opened his mouth, said goodbye and left.

Recent events have caused considerable turmoil in the upper class. If left unchecked, the nobles will be more inclined to support the king's side in the future.

The heavy door opened and then closed, and the room fell into silence.

In the dark corner, a figure in a black robe gradually became clearer. The dark guard leader Sarco showed up and said, "Your Majesty, the nobles' affairs are of great importance. If we continue to ignore them, it will affect the dignity of the church."

Such horrific things have happened repeatedly in the seat of the Church of the Lord of Fire. They will be exaggerated and spread by people with ulterior motives, and will be interpreted as the church's ruling power beginning to decline, and the impact will be long-term.

"Sako, the reason why the church remains standing is not because of the support of the nobles, but because of our own strength."

"Your Majesty, I understand this, but the situation is becoming increasingly critical. Supernatural events are happening in various regions one after another. I am afraid that relying solely on the power of the church will not be enough."

Osman suddenly interrupted the Dark Guards leader and said, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"I dare not."

“I have my own way of doing things, and you should focus more on what you should do.

According to the report, a polluted area in Porto Province was suddenly purified some time ago. Do you have any news?"

The Pope knew that these were creatures from the star race that were parasitic there, and Hastur called them Star Colors.

The Star Colors are born with powerful pollution laws. They will drain the vitality of all living things and even the land in the polluted area, and wait to grow to a certain stage before returning to the starry sky to complete final maturity.

If a polluted land wants to be purified, it must be offset by more powerful laws, and these laws must have a strong vitality.

Sarco lowered his head and said briefly: "Someone entered the contaminated area and a battle broke out. An indescribable seven-color light evaporated, and then the area gradually recovered.

I think this matter has something to do with this person. That person is wearing golden armor and has a pair of rose gold wings on his back.

Bishop Klauen Moya of the Rhine Diocese has appeared in a similar outfit, and I think it is very likely that this is him."

The polluted area is very close to the city. To prevent any accidents, the surrounding area has been under surveillance. Investigator Anti from the Intelligence Department of the City Hall is a member of the secret guard and she obtained first-hand intelligence from the scene.

"Crown"

The Pope slowly chanted the name and said to himself, "Is a fifth-level extraordinary person so strong? I am increasingly curious about what his bloodline is, or whether it is caused by a rare benign mutation."

He paused, then continued, "Go down, I want to be alone for a while."

"Yes, sir."

Sarko's body blurred and disappeared on the spot.

After Osman realized through his spiritual sense that the other party had left through the window, he quickly stood up, opened the mechanism, entered the passage and came to his own secret room.

He stood in front of a mirror and removed his hand from his eyes. Red, hair-thick tentacles grew out of his left eye.

The tentacles were swaying gently, entangled with each other, like a living thing.

Using the secret technique to repair the source of life is not without cost. The abnormal death of a silver-level creature will inevitably leave some resentment. Even if he has purified it several times, these emotions still exist to a certain extent.

In addition, devouring the life essence of silver creatures requires a long assimilation process. He devoured more than 20 silver-level life essences in a short period of time, and those strange energies began to rebel in his body.

On a microscopic level, his genes were constantly being torn apart, resulting in new mutations.

If he can't suppress this situation, genetic collapse will be his best outcome.

In order to conceal this situation, Osman quietly modified the church's pollution detection array. Now it seems that the array is functioning normally, but even if the evil god appears in St. Peter's Basilica, no alarm will be sounded.

The Pope looked at his left eye, which was constantly changing, with a ferocious look on his face. "I must speed up the pace. I must repair the source of life as soon as possible. As long as I repair the source of life, I will definitely advance to the fifth level very quickly, and then this pollution will be suppressed.

Now let me see which lucky person can merge with me and enjoy the glory that he should not have the opportunity to enjoy."

Sako left St. Peter's Basilica and returned to the secret base of the Dark Guards. He sat in the dark room and fell into deep thought.

Soon after the Pope ended his trip to the Kingdom of Ribia, his personality began to change. He often went out alone and strictly ordered him not to follow him.

He found that the Pope was slowly distancing himself from him, but he couldn't figure out the reason, considering that he had once been the Pope's most trusted person.

Now Sako is very frightened. He vaguely senses that the Pope is doing something harmful to the Church.

"No, I must investigate the Pope's whereabouts and make sure that his actions do not harm the church."

The Dark Guards are sharp blades hidden in the darkness in the hands of the Pope, but they are also the sword of the church.

As the commanders of the secret guards, they also have a mission that even the Pope is unaware of, which is to monitor the Pope to prevent the emergence of a traitor who would harm the interests of the church.

This is an insurance policy left by the gods, but this mission has never been used in the history of the Church of the Lord of Fire.

The Pope fell from the Saxon family. The reason why the secret guards watched coldly was because the new Pope actively protected the interests of the church and did a better job than the Pope from the Saxon family.

Sarko stood up, made up his mind, and began to prepare.

Somla led the cultists on a rapid march, their goal being to return deep into the Andes Mountains.

Last night, the tribe's beast trainer discovered that the Queen of Evil Beasts had been killed in the battle. He realized that it was meaningless to continue the attack and would definitely result in heavy casualties.

So, after receiving the message, he immediately decided to turn around and escape. It was only midnight.

The enemy was too brutal, and the tribe was unable to take advantage of the situation, so they were not strong enough to capture the enemy's city.

Fortunately, although the tribe suffered heavy losses in high-level combat power, the enemy also lost a large number of ordinary people, and the war potential decreased significantly.

When the tribe comes back next time, it will surely be victorious.

The action was a humiliation for Somla, and he had to comfort himself in his heart.

Solo ran over and said, "Great Witch Doctor, we have been marching for seven hours. Many soldiers can no longer hold on. Let's stop and rest for a while."

Somla stopped and said, "Solo, my warrior, the Queen of Evil Beasts has been slain. The enemy has flying creatures and may catch up with us at any time.

The sooner we enter the rugged mountainous area, the better our safety will be.”

"But the soldiers have begun to fall behind in large numbers."

“It’s impossible for the enemy to catch up with us by sending out ground troops. They can only rely on flying creatures, but low-level fighters are not their targets, so those low-level fighters are relatively safe.

The danger lies with us high-level transcendents, do you understand? We can only enter the depths of the mountains before the enemy catches up with us, otherwise, you know what will happen."

Somla turned around and continued walking.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Crown left Rhine City and took an airship to Zak Town.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

According to Fukin's intelligence, the area where the cultists were hiding was at least two days' march away from Zak Town. He had only been away for one day and one night, so the enemy should not have arrived yet.

After arriving at the town of Zak, Crown discovered that the cultists had not arrived. He released Fukin and ordered him to conduct reconnaissance and find out the enemy's movements.

Their departure must have been detected by the cultists. After all, the enemy has a large number of animal trainers, and it is not too easy for them to use some flying pets to detect the target's movements.

He looked at Nick with a little worry. The other party had been silent on the airship.

Nick felt his gaze and gave a forced smile:

"Don't worry about me, I can do my job well."

Even without his wife, Cavendish had taken good care of him, and now that his father-in-law had died tragically, he didn't know how to tell Fanny.

He paused and said, "I'm going to command the troops to deploy their defenses."

Clown looked at his receding back, shook his head helplessly and sighed. At this moment, words like "my condolences" were too pale.

He said to Del and the others, "Assist Bishop Nick, and then come and visualize together after the defense is completed."

After Del and his group left, Crown returned to the church and summoned the golden wall.

[Healing Wind: 12/2000; Level 1] (The unique life energy gives you the ability to release healing spells, which are more effective than those priests using holy power.) This is a grey skill. He searched the church's library and found that this was the only healing spell that could be formed into a skill.

For priests, this skill is useless and can only awaken the wounded's own self-healing mechanism and accelerate the healing of wounds.

But in most cases, the wounded who need to be treated with holy magic must be seriously injured and have low self-healing ability, so this holy magic is the least commonly used ability of priests, and there are very few people who practice this ability.

But for Crown, such troubles do not exist, and it is good to have an extra active ability to recover from injuries.

The fourth-level Golden Light Spell itself has endowed him with a physique far superior to that of his peers. Coupled with the intermediate regeneration ability, he is no longer afraid of ordinary injuries, but these are only passive abilities.

He used his special life energy to activate magic and began to practice the healing wind.

Half an hour later, Crown finished his practice and summoned the golden wall again.

[Healing Wind: 72/2000; Level 1]

He curled his lips slightly. He was dissatisfied with the progress of a fifth-level transcendent practicing a first-level spell. He wondered if it was because he himself was not injured.

Thinking of this, he stopped practicing this skill and planned to ensure half an hour of training every day in the future.

Then he sat down cross-legged and began to visualize the Golden Light Mantra.

Sometimes the room was illuminated by moonlight, and sometimes by the sun. He kept on visualizing, and his proficiency in the Golden Light Mantra was slowly increasing.

There will always be rewards for your efforts, and this feeling is always so intoxicating.

Crowne was immersed in the two divine intentions, forgetting the time, and only the light flowed in his consciousness. Three hours later, Fujin initiated a dialogue request through the Golden Light Dao Seed and took the initiative to pass over a little Sunfire Liquid.

Crown placed the materials into the sea of ​​consciousness and opened the spiritual link between the two.

"Master, I have discovered the cultists, but they are traveling deep in the Andes Mountains. Please instruct me on what to do next."

The enemy ran away? We agreed to fight a big battle, how could they run away? Where is your backbone?! Krahn bared his teeth. He was thinking of using this war to gain some experience in Healing Wind, but it seemed that his plan was ruined.

"Continue to investigate and see whether they are truly retreating or just pretending to retreat. You will be allowed to return at dusk."

"Quack."

Since the enemy had no current plans to attack and was far enough away from Zak Town, he entered the sanctuary and cross-practiced the Breath of the Fire Dragon and the Golden Light Spell.

In the sanctuary, the dragon soul flew freely beside him. Five days later.

Based on Fokin's analysis of the intelligence, Crown concluded that the cultists had most likely really withdrawn.

The enemy has now completely entered the interior of the Andes Mountains and should have come to the area where the Kurud tribe originally lived.

The departure of the cultists meant that Zak Town no longer needed to be defended.

He had ordered his troops to begin packing their bags and prepare to retreat.

There are not enough airships to transport all the supporting soldiers at once. Crown will leave first, and Nick and Del will stay here temporarily. They will return only after the troops in Rhine City withdraw.

On the way back, Crown did not take the airship, but chose to fly back. This was a good opportunity to practice the art of flying and should not be missed.

Now when he uses the magic of flying to fly, his speed can be described as lightning.

It took him just over an hour to fly over Rhine City, and after finding the location of the Holy Fire Cathedral, he swooped down from the sky.

After landing, Crown did not look for Flanders first, but summoned the golden wall.

[Golden Light Mantra: 94158/300000; Level 4]

[Breath of Flame Dragon: 44782/120000; Level 1]

[Flying Magic: 4906/30000; Level 3]

His proficiency in the Golden Light Mantra is almost reaching one-third of this level. He is quite satisfied with the speed of improvement.

Now that the internal and external troubles in Rhine City have been temporarily resolved, he plans to set out to find the next alienated place in the kingdom.

When Crown found Flanders, he had already sat back in his office and started working.

"Why are you working so hard? Your injuries are far from fully healed and you still need time to recuperate."

Flanders smiled bitterly: "I'm not as leisurely as you are. All the important affairs of the entire diocese need my signature and approval. I can't have a leisurely time."

He took out a letter and handed it over, then heaved a long sigh:

"The Vatican sent a secret letter saying that another major event has occurred. The port of Xinsalo in the Kingdom of Xintland has fallen, and the cardinal who was guarding the city has died heroically.

The situation in Hinterland will become even more difficult in the future. I don’t know how long the Church of the Lord of Storms can hold out.”

Crown took the letter and read the information on it word by word.

Just a dozen lines of text contained endless heaviness. A large city with hundreds of thousands of people fell, and it was still unclear how the enemy had done it.

"What do you think about this?" asked the Archbishop.

Klauen thought for a while and said in a deep voice, "After the fall of Xinsalo, no other city in the Kingdom of Xintland suffered a similar fate, which means that the enemy's methods must be subject to certain restrictions.

I think if a spiritual church is determined to protect the land, it can definitely do so for a long time. Now it depends on their determination. "

"I think differently from you. This incident is actually a global event. All churches and countries are facing the threat of evil gods.

Because of the geographical location, the Storm Bishop must be on the front line to resist the evil god.

If they do not get help from other churches, I think they will most likely choose to give up some areas to concentrate the population, while opening up roads and fortresses to other countries and directing the war elsewhere.

Although the Kingdom of Farouk is still far away from Hinterland, we still need to prepare early."

Crown nodded. This situation was almost foreseeable. As long as the external pressure had not reached a certain critical point, intelligent creatures like humans would most likely not unite closely.

However, it is useless to think too much about these things, as the general trend is not easy to change.

What we need to do most now is to continuously enhance our own strength, so that when the big waves come, we will have stronger ability and courage to face them.

"By the way, why did you come back suddenly?" Flanders asked.

“Archbishop, I have confirmed that the cultists have completely left. The situation in Zak Town is now stable. I will leave the airship reconnaissance troops behind and lead the soldiers to withdraw.

Also, I am going to leave for a few days and go to another alien place."

(End of this chapter)